Authors note: Characters are called by their last names but close friends and family call characters by their first names and also the expect of permission by that people. So it goes "last name, first name".

Chapter Two

Small hushed voices whispered in the class, disturbing my concentration on my work. A small sigh escaped my lips, my stubbornness refused to give the temptation of glaring at the source of the whispers, I was taught better than to openly show my displeasure.

Whispers changed into giggles but before I could give in to my temptation, the bell rung signalling the end of the class and the beginning of break, well for myself, anyway.

I lifted my gaze towards the source of the whispers: Girls surround a blonde haired boy, they stared longly at him with admiration. From where I was seated, a few seats ahead, I could tell he was 'flirting' as they say or was it?

I openly stared for a moment at his odd hand gestures and the way his violet eyes sparkled before I blinked, turning back in my seat, blocking out the strange boy, continuing on with my work while Students filed pasted me and out of the classroom.

My few minutes of concentration was interrupted when a shadow fell over my desk. I lifted my gaze from my work to a girl standing nervously in front of my desk, my back straighten out of politeness as I was slouching over my work.

"May I help you?", I politely asked as she fiddled with something behind her back.

"Uh... y-yes," she glanced away with a pause, her eyes brimming with emotion. "W-would you... ," she continued making eye contact with me before flinching away, mumbling the last of her sentence.

"I apologise but I didn't understand how I can help you," I replied locking my hands together to not scare the poor girl away.

"Would you please sign this!", She quickly blurred out almost shoving a piece of paper in my face while she clammed her eyes shut, little beads of sweat formed at her temple, her aura clinging to desperation.

I blinked in silent shock at the photo. It was of me sitting in the window sill on the third level story building which was yesterday.

And the girl...

The shuffle of chairs bought my mind in my head. "Of course... but only if you answer my question: Where did you get this from?", I leaned forward my voice low but serious

She bit her lip and glance away before lowering the paper and taking a big breath. "Uh... a-at the host c-club. N-not that t-the host c-club selling them but t-that's where I g-got it from", she stammered a few time under my unflinching gaze.

"May I?," I gestured towards the photo to which she happily nodded, putting it on my desk.

"And to whom is this address to?", I lifted my gaze at her.

"Rika Shoji"

• • •

Walking though the pristine halls of Ouran, A Elite private school for the rich was difficult, mainly being the school was big, getting lost was easy for any newcomer. Walls sparkled and floors gleamed, every corner seemed the same.

Although it was hardly difficult since I've wandered every inch of space available but the main purpose wasn't getting lost. It was getting to know where I can sit in peace while reading a book, yet the purpose was for the isolation from the strange people in this school.

Too many girls stared today and more than they usually would. My conclusion was the girl with the camera but her character didn't seem like that type of person to sell things of other people, I wondered as I held my book in my hand while the other sat inside my pants pocket.

I swiftly glanced up, entering a new hall that I didn't see before, a smell lingered in the hall. Was that Roses? Curious, I softly closed the book, holding it against myself as I stopped, tilting my head.

{ MUSIC ROOM 3 }

That what she had said, I briefly wondered what I was getting into but the large set of doors caught my attention, lights gleamed from under the door.

Muffled voices caught my ears as I thoughtlessly gazed at the door for a few minutes before sighing, tirelessly, taking a step away.

It was pointless; the girl had said that the host club, whatever that was, wasn't selling them but Yuko couldn't just let it go. If she were to think that is was a cult, they wouldn't even be selling pictures, especially pictures of her.

Before she could step away and continue to search for a quiet place for her to read, a clink of footstep caught her attention.

Her head swung towards the sound, her eyes caught the brown sparkly one staring back at her.

It was the girl from yesterday, her camera hung around her neck, swinging side to side as she came closer. With a shy smile, she came to a stop just before Yuko.

With a shy smile, she said,"Hi".

Yuko didn't smile. Instead her gaze moved back towards the door before turning back to the girl.

"I know you don't have any ill opinions of me, so I ask this—", Yuko turned her whole body towards the girl: giving her full attention while putting her arms behind her, hand still gripping the book.

"-what are your intentions of that picture you took the other day?", She asked leaning towards the head while tilting her head.

The girl, obviously fluttered by the sudden small instrusion of her space took a step back but froze mid-way, her eyes widen in realisation.

"Oh no, I-I don't-", she blinked, furrowing her eyes brows. "-I didn't do anything with the picture. My camera-", she held the camera between her fingers and Yuko stood back. "-is precious to me".

Yuko indeed did believe that, the girls face expressed words that didn't need to be said out loud. Her face spoke volumes and the way that she held it, Yuko believed her.

Before the girl could continue, Yuko stepped forward and with a small no-teeth smile, she bowed. "I apologise for suspecting your character of deceiving me".

The girl blushed, muttering a words that Yuko couldn't hear.

Yuko straighten, readjusting her blazer before holding the book to her chest. "-well", she was cut off.

"-oh, this is the host club", the girl said cheerfully after noticing Yuko eyeing the sore before approaching the door with a wide smile.

"Yes, I've heard but-", Yuko drifted her attention towards the door and with a confuse look in her eyes, she scratched the back of her head nonchalantly.

"-what exactly is the host club?", she wondered out loud. Eyes drifting back to the girl and with furrowed eyebrows, she eyed the girl. "Pardon my manners but I didn't catch your name", she bend at the waist, a small apologetic frown she held her hand out to the girl

"That's because I never threw it", she giggled. That caused Yuko lip to curl. "-I'm Zuta Asuka but you can call me Asuka", she softly grip the hand before her.

It was then that Yuko realised the position she was in, not only she was holding the girl's hand but she was bowing, knees slightly bend. To anyone else's eyes, it looked as though she was proposing.

And quick as the thought came did the big luxury doors open and that was how the Host Club found them.